Disclaimer! I do not own Lemonade Mouth

Dylan was able to sit at the table the next day. He hadn't wanted to but Wen and Olivia ganged up on him, dragging Dylan into a seat on the table. Dylan smiled sheepishly at Mo who was sitting across from him but she turned her head. Dylan sighed through his teeth turning to look at Olivia.

He could feel Stella's presence suffocating him from across the table. Charlie was burning a hole in his head and Mo was freezing him over. Scott wasn't even acknowledging his presence. Dylan wasn't going to sit at Lemonade Mouth's table. At least not yet. He had a little more work to do first.

"I'm not sitting here." He said bluntly to Olivia. He could feel the stares as the other members silently dared him to say something about the band. "I'm not wanted here and frankly I don't deserve to be over here either. I'll talk to you guys later." Dylan got up grabbing his stuff before Wen or Olivia could protest.

"Dylan!" Wen called extracting himself from Olivia. That was another reason Dylan couldn't sit there. The way the two of them held each other reminded him of Stella. Various memories surfaced when he looked at them along with the pain knowing she was with someone else because he'd screwed up.

"Dylan" Wen placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know you screwed up" Dylan glared at him. Thanks for reminding me as if I don't do that enough. He thought viciously. Wen swallowed. "But you need to at least make attempts to fix things. Olivia and I thought sitting at the table could help." Dylan smiled shrugging off Wen's hand.

"Thanks for trying to help but there is a little too much hostility there. I need to work on Lemonade Mouth one by one. I just wish I knew how or who to work on now." Dylan sighed before turning away. This was something he had to do himself even though he would have enjoyed some help. If it didn't come from Dylan's heart, it wouldn't work.

Dylan spent the rest of the day almost wishing that one of Lemonade Mouth would get picked on. He wanted a good fight even if his arm was still broken. Maybe fighting would help him to think of something because he was fresh out of ideas on how to get the rest of the band members back. He had no idea how close his wish was to becoming true.

Dylan was headed out of school when he heard Roy. "Hey Potens" Roy called making Dylan turn around. The jock's face was one massive bruise from Dylan's punch. Dylan couldn't help smiling at the sight. Roy scowled at him before continuing. "Why do you fight for them? You should be a boxer." Dylan laughed loudly drawing the eyes of those in the hallway.

"You mean I should be a jock?" Dylan asked. When Roy nodded, Dylan flipped him the bird. "There's no way I would be a jock Roy. Not your definition of a jock anyways. I'm not a bully." He turned to walk away and was stopped dead by a jock standing in his way. "Seriously? You're going to beat up a cripple?" Dylan glared down the jock until the jock shoved him backward. Roy caught him sneering as he raised a fist. "If you won't join us then we'll teach you a lesson."

"Cause that's worked so well but can I say one thing?" Dylan said quickly. Roy hesitated and Dylan kicked him between the legs. "Your legs are open." He was grinning while Roy collapsed clutching himself. Dylan turned to see Scott standing in front of the other two jocks. "Scott?"

Scott turned at the sound of Dylan's voice. He smiled slightly, holding up a finger. Then Dylan watched as Scott talked to the jocks in a low voice. The jocks' faces paled until they walked away, obviously shaking. "That takes care of them" Scott said turning around.

"What are you doing Scott? I thought you were angry at me." Scott nodded in agreement but cut Dylan off before he could say anything else.

"Then I remembered a mistake I made. A big mistake kinda like yours. I realized you deserved a second d chance." Dylan knew what Scott was talking about. Scott had cheated on Mo with a cheerleader called Jules. Dylan couldn't see why Scott had done that considering Mo was vastly more pretty then Jules.

"But you made up for that Scott. You went and helped out Lemonade Mouth during Morningstar even though you knew it would get you kicked out of the band." Scott nodded slowly glancing down at Roy. The jock was groaning slightly, looking up murderously at Dylan.

"Yeah but I'm sure you're trying to make up for things. After all you didn't exactly do it on purpose. You just couldn't figure out how to tell us." Scott said walking away. Dylan hurried to catch up, trying to figure out how he knew that. Scott chuckled at the look on Dylan's face. "Stella told us." Scott started towards his car. "Be sure to get Mo back next. I don't like going against her especially when she feels passionately about something."

"Hey Scott!" Dylan called. Scott turned around, the door to his car opened. "Thanks." Scott nodded smiling before he slid into his car and drove away. I wasn't expecting that Dylan thought as he watched Scott's car disappear. But then I guess Scott really does understand how I feel. Dylan smiled to himself as he fished out his cell.

Since his arm was broken, Sophia didn't want him driving. She had confiscated his car keys as well as threatened to siphon his gas if he ever tried to take them back. Dylan shuddered at the thought as he dialed his sister's number. Sophia didn't know much about tools and Dylan could only imagine what would happen if se ever tried to siphon gas from his car.

Sophia showed up a few minutes later with an irritated look on her face. Dylan could see Amy sleeping in the back as he got into the car. "Sorry Sophia. I'd have walked if I'd known Amy was sleeping." He whispered putting on his seatbelt. Sophia scowled at him as if to say 'it's a little too late now' before pulling out of the parking lot.

The ride was spent in silence. Dylan didn't try to talk once no matter how many times Sophia glanced over. He needed the time to think. Mo hated him almost as much as Charlie did which didn't make his job easy. She probably wouldn't listen to a thing he said. Dylan sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. How was he supposed to get Mo back? Or Charlie? Or…Stella?

Sophia nudged his arm as they pulled into the driveway. Blurrily Dylan looked up to see Mo. She looked pissed, her hands clenched into fists. Apprehension gripped Dylan's heart as he got out of the car. Walking slowly, Dylan approached Mo.

"Stay away from us." She growled through clenched teeth. "You're no good for any of us especially since you can't be trusted." Dylan let out a sigh. It was worse then he thought. "If you come near us again, I swear I'll…" Mo stopped, taking deep breaths and Dylan decided to step in.

"Do what?" Dylan challenged looking her straight in the eye. "You couldn't hurt me Mo. Not any more then I've hurt myself. I've stripped any right to friendship from every person that meant anything to me. I've shattered my heart because I was stupid. You can't do anything I haven't done to myself already Mo." Mo looked shocked but she opened her mouth angrily. Dylan cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Don't. I know you guys think I did it on purpose but I didn't. Every piece of advice I gave you was sincere and I didn't tell the Rebels anything about any of you." He ran a hand through his hair. "I just don't see how I can make up for my mistake. To any of you. I don't even know why Olivia or Wen or Sc…why they forgave me. I'm grateful but I don't know why." Dylan sucked breath in through his teeth hoping Mo hadn't noticed his slip up.

Her expression still hadn't softened as she opened her mouth. "You don't deserve forgiveness Dylan." He winced at the harshness of her tone. "But that's what friends do. They forgive each other." Dylan looked at Mo in surprise. She smiled at his expression before continuing. "I'm not doing this for you. Olivia asked me to try and forgive you so I will but give me any reason—any reason—and you'll lose the right to my friendship forever."

Dylan stepped forward, drawing Mo into a hug. He wasn't usually an emotional guy but right now Dylan couldn't help himself. Mo stiffened under his embrace but he refused to let go. Eventually she hugged him back. It was a restrained hug but it was good enough for Dylan. He had most of his friends back.